I’d rather strive for the kind of interview where instead of me asking to introduce myself to society, society asks me to introduce myself to society.

You look like a talent scout for a cemetery.

I think there’s just one kind of folks. Folks.

There was nowhere to go, but I turned to go and met Atticus’s vest front. I buried my head in it and listened to the small internal noises that went on behind the light blue...

With him, life was routine, without him, life was unbearable.

With him was routine, but without him it was unbearable.

Summer was on the way; Jem and I awaited it with impatience. Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the tree house;...

No food, you die in weeks. No water, you die in days.

It’s a lot cleaner when Command kills you on purpose . . . than when they do it by accident.